Chapter 11

I am not about to let Carrero think I am a woman you leave waiting around on you like some desperado, hanging on his presence. When I get up to the apartment, I change into my silk nightdress and robe and start getting ready for bed.

My sleeping pattern dictates that I won’t pass out until after four, when I would generally be up here, but he doesn’t need to know that, and I am putting my plan B into action. I strip off my makeup and re-apply the barely-there, going-to-bed, yet still sexy look. Sitting at my vanity and brush out my hair before I pile it on top of my head in a carefree messy bun that takes a lot of finesse and skill.

If he thought he had an easy woman to deal with, he doesn’t know me or what he is about to come up against. I have a lot to learn about what makes him tick and a lot of tells to identify to work out the mechanics of this one, but the same goes for him. If he thinks I am a regular girl with easy-to-read attributes, he has another thing coming.